Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 943: Chapter 11: Beheading and Strangulation!

In the shadows not far away.

Duncan wielded the Elf War Bow, targeting each enemy, sending several arrows whistling through the air. Except for a few warriors who resisted, the right flank was completely exposed.

This all happened in an instant.

The enemy seemed to have already figured out their team composition. An enchanted fishing net was thrown over, directly covering the front-line dark guards. The next second, the people in the rear raised their crossbows and fired, clearing out the area before swinging armor-piercing hammers at their foreheads.

The battle tactics of the Bay Slavers!

Only they would use a large net.

This specific type of fishing net was extremely tough. Once it covered the enemy, they would start hacking and shooting wildly, even legendary figures might be caught unawares.

The foremost dark guards swung their swords to slash, but couldn’t cut the tough fishing nets. One person hurriedly raised a shield, another was struck by a crossbow bolt, and soon a burly Great Han Dynasty warrior flipped them over with a shield. A nearby wanderer stabbed a dagger into his throat.

They were all battle-hardened veterans, working in perfect harmony. This wasn’t their first time besieging heavily armored warriors.

It wasn’t until now that large-scale magical auras began to appear, because only a minute had passed since the action began.

The enemies, upon firing their crossbows, didn’t reload but switched directly to melee weapons and charged forward.

—— Implosion!

In the chaotic melee, the assassin who had just murdered the dark guard suddenly exploded entirely, his body disintegrating from within and scattering into pieces on the ground.

Under the protection of the Pain Sentinels, the Tormentor completed a ninth-ring divine spell. As he guided the spell, he first exploded one assassin into meat scraps, and then continued chanting, targeting the Implosion Spell onto another burly warrior.

This spell could target one person per round, with no constitution immunity, resulting in instant death as the body disintegrates and explodes from the inside out.

At this distance, once the guide is complete, it was almost one head every six seconds.

A muffled groan. freewebnøvel.coɱ

The burly warrior unexpectedly withstood the effects of the Implosion Spell, causing the enemy’s expression to change slightly. Only those with extraordinary constitution, with such an amazing physique, could resist the spell.

In the next second, arrows attacked, and Duncan, holding the Elf War Bow, moved at high speed, firing three arrows in rapid succession to interrupt the enemy’s spellcasting. As flashes of cold light streaked by, he charged like a lion, instantly bisecting an executioner.

—— Antimagic Field!

At this moment, Lady Sestha White, who followed Duncan closely, also completed her spell. With the activation of an antimagic field, an invisible barrier gradually expanded. Her breathing was rapid, her face flushed, and her expression tense as she followed Duncan step by step, the man before her like a tiger among sheep, unstoppable, leaving a wake of broken limbs.

On either side of Duncan, the Harlequin’s figure advanced at high speed. On the other side, the Shadow Dancer threaded through the shadows, forcing several Pain Church priests to be unable to cast spells. The enemy’s shadow jumps left them wary, prioritizing protective spells, while the Stage Master wielded a rapier at high speed, his figure like a butterfly among flowers, assassinating enemies while guarding Duncan’s right side, carving out a path forward.

His abilities were peculiar, part vagabond swordsman, part trickster assassin.

The Joyful Sect acted on whims, rarely specializing, dabbled in everything but mastered none, only a few talents, exceptionally gifted. Those without innate abilities, who practiced haphazardly, essentially wasted their potential.

Bad news!

They’re going to behead me!

The Tormentor’s pupils constricted. Now, he was completely exposed, as the antimagic field expanded, Duncan’s figure was already within reach. He hastily swung the iron whip in his hand, but a tremendous force followed, wrenching the whip from his grasp. The Shadow Dancer leaped into his shadow, thrusting a poisoned dagger at his back. The Stage Master swung his sword to unleash a gale, the sharp sword gleam piercing the Pain Minion’s body, with a clang deflecting a nearby guard.

Duncan, like a rampaging human tank, clad in heavy armor, ignoring others, targeted the Tormentor before him, swinging his greatsword in a horizontal sweep.

A head flew off.

Blood spurted.

The last Pain Minion blocking the way was slain.

With everyone’s cover, Duncan charged within three meters of the Tormentor. By this time, he was outside the antimagic field range, but the enemy no longer had the chance to cast spells, within such close range, Duncan withstood several spell crossbow bolts, severing the Tormentor’s right arm with a slash, his figure advancing and spinning, the greatsword like a whirling death cyclone, slicing him in half at the waist. freewebnøvel.com

Beheading successful!

Just like when they assassinated the Mother of Great Bliss, Duncan completed the beheading of the Tormentor within a brief minute or two, sending the surrounding Pain Church members into immediate chaos.

Just as they had assassinated the Mother of Great Bliss before, now Duncan dealt with them in the same manner.

Crack.

Duncan stomped on the Tormentor’s head, splattering white brains and bright red blood, roaring as he toppled the dark guard before him, seizing the opponent’s shield, slamming it into the helmet’s gap.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

When Duncan stood up again, the shield was completely deformed, sparse blood brain matter slipping down, with the enemy’s head along with the helmet caved in.

The entire battle had completely turned one-sided.

The dust settled.

When it all ended, dozens of Pain Church member corpses littered the ground. Within the Selron area, the core members of the Pain Church were nearly annihilated.

The enemy’s bishops were beheaded, and unless new higher-ups of the Church sent replacements, those remaining couldn’t form any significant force.

Two dead, six injured.

Those who died were hired adventurers, with no choice, lacking foundation or background, they led the charge, gambling with their lives, now with this battle won, they managed to fight their way out of obscurity.

With support from the Wealth Church, regardless if they wanted to go legit, become formal, legal businessmen, or continue delving into the grey areas, vying for the Fallen Star Sea smuggling trade, becoming a major pirate, they now had a strong and powerful backer.

This world was not short of skilled professionals, nor short of ambitious individuals. Adventurers without a background, going rogue, might silently meet their end any day.

The gods were the true power-brokers behind the scenes, and beneath them, the forces of the Divine Spirit’s Church.

Everything else had to give way.

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